The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Verdigris on May 29, 2010 23:52:17 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdy was baking cookies.
She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she had stumbled across a recipe for triple-chocolate cookies and decided that she was going to make them. According to the recipe. Which had in a footnote ‘makes 100’.
Now why hadn’t she seen that before she loaded in more than half the ingredients. Sure, 6 tablespoons had seemed like a lot of cocoa, but hey, they were triple chocolate cookies.
Right.
Muttering to herself as she mixed in the chocolate chips (dark, then light) she tried to think of where she could share them. Maybe at work, although she didn’t know if Slate liked cookies, she decided to note the outcome in her blue notebook, reserved for notes on the boss.
Perhaps she could drop in on the Alchemist and check up on him, he seemed like a cookie-kinda guy.
Even with those ideas, and the fact that she would share them with Andrea of course as well as eating some herself, left her with roughly 70 cookies. At least. The thought of throwing any away after using ingredients politely requested off the cooking staff made her tremble. Street kids do not throw away food.
Perhaps she would just leave some on a plate in the kitchen and hope some of the kids took it upon themselves to sample them.
Dobbing the cookie dough onto the cooking tray she placed them in the oven and sat down to watch them. The recipe said “11-15 mins” but she wasn’t about to let them burn.
In nine-and-three-quarter minutes the cookies were wafting a delicious scent at her, and her fingers itched to grab them out and eat them, still warm and slightly squishy.
Juka wanted to have a party. He did not want to have a party next month or next week, he did not even want to have a party tomorrow. No, Juka wanted to have a party today. There were certain practicalities of that, practicalities such as, most people liked to have notice for such things. However, he had never been one to have little things like what was practical and what wasn't detract from a potentially brilliant and tons of fun idea, especially when said brilliant idea would also go very far towards distracting his mind from the rather depressing thoughts that had been filling it lately. Depressing thoughts that involved his friends aging and dying before his yes. Depressing thoughts that were decades away and which he most certainly did NOT want to think about today.
So, with thoughts of grand partyness in mind, Juka proceeded to make himself beautiful. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't all ready beautiful, of course, but he proceeded to make himself even more beautiful. To do so involved a floating trip back to his apartment, in order to have privacy for hair, makeup and dresses and then another quick float back to the mansion. He would throw the best last minute party the Mansion had ever seen. Yes indeed, because no one could have a better party than Juka Miami. The question was, where to start and who to invite.
It was immediately apparent to Juka that perhaps the last minute nature of the party might work to his slight disadvantage as there simply didn't appear to be many people currently at the Mansion that had an interest in an impromptu party with a cross dressing rock star. His first couple of invites were denied (oh sad day) but then he spotted a familiar face in the kitchen, making cookies of all things. Cookies that smelled wonderful and would be perfect for a party.
"I remember you," Juka stated, walking brazenly into the kitchen. "You, my dearheart, were quite the heroine against that horrible Cthulu beast. A more beautiful and daring woman I have never before laid eyes upon and thus, I must formally invite you to join me for a spontaneous party in celebration of another week well lived." How could she possibly refuse such an invitation?
Cafas had been having one of his good days. One of those ones where he didn't spend it all crying in his room about his loss of Calley. Again. Well, it really hadn't been that long. But he was coping, because he had a feeling, that tonight was gonna be a good night. So heh ad ended up roaming the mansion in sear of someone to have fun with.
'Mmmm cookies.'
He had smelled them just a little while ago, and assumed the smell originated from the kitchen. The only problem being that for all that his memory worked the mansion may as well have shifted configuration on a daily basis. Which of course it did not, he just wasn't used to the endless corridors yet. He sniffed once more and determined the cookies to be of a chocolate base, and a few minutes from done.
'Geez how many cookies ARE there?'
Then he spotted the kitchen. Except, it was behind a certain Juka shaped figure. A figure dressed in silly clothing, just like Juka. One who was a smooth talker... Well he didn't really know much on that front. He approached from behind and stood at a distance that could qualify for ghosting. "Do you want a party, or to sleep with her dude?" Cafas stepped past the bubble boy and observed the girl with the green tipped hair. "Well well well, if it isn't the mould breaker, sup V?" They were his Cthulhu friends! He was running into a lot of those of late.
Koga looked like hell, he typically looked well groomed and well rested, in spite of being up most nights, patrolling or studying or playing video games and then up early doing the same. Training, studying, reading writing, practicing sword play, keeping up with his chores, running the window cleaning business. Meeting new people, flirting….he needed to cut loose. His hair still dripped with warm water from the shower. He wore tie pants and a tank top opposed to a button up and ironed pants. His feet were bare, but things were starting to look up, the world smelled of cookies, Delicious cookies. He needed delicious cookies.
He padded into the kitchen and instantly walked to the fridge to check for something very important, Milk. And they had plenty of it.
Hey guys, Any chance there are going to be extra? If not I am going to have to run to the ssstore.
This really sucked. For a few hours now Sawyer had been at the Mansion, his bad mood seeming to radiate around him. His parents had embarked on a flight back to Seattle about two hours ago, leaving him here for who-knows-how long. He was enrolled at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, his first class starting on Monday. He was enrolled at a freaking Boarding School with stuck up, nerdy freaks as well as strict, loser Mutant teachers. This would definitely suck.. Okay, so maybe the few Mutants he'd met earlier weren't all that bad, but he was still convinced they'd been putting on a show. They'd attempted at showing to Sawyer's parents that they weren't what they truly were. Well, Sawyer saw right through their act.
A Boarding School. Jesse Sawyer Shepherd attending a Boarding School. Sure, he would probably never attend a class, but he still had to live here. His parents had asked the staff to keep an extra close eye on the sixteen year-old speedster, which meant he would have a hard time doing anything, really. There was no way out, was there? Groaning, the teenager closed his eyes to try and think. He was currently lying on the unmade bed in his new bedroom. His suit cases, still packed, were set in a corner. The desk was completely bare, as were the dresser and closet. He wasn't going to unpack yet. He would do it tomorrow... Right now, he felt like doing a bit of trouble-making.
And so he jumped off the bed and left the room. At a hundred miles per hour, it didn't take very long for him to maneuver his way to the First floor. Ten seconds maybe and he found himself at the bottom of the stairs, looking around for something interesting to do. He had bumped into at least three people on his way down - he had a hard time seeing where he was going while running at such a rapid speed - but he didn't care. They were the ones sprawled on the ground now, not him. Making his way, at a normal speed this time, a little further, he caught the smell of cookies, as well as a few distant voices.
"Do you want a party, or to sleep with her dude?" one of the voices said. And then another, somewhat reptile-like added: "Hey guys, Any chance there are going to be extra? If not I am going to have to run to the ssstore." It sounded as if a party was about to take place. Sure, it was probably a loser party with teachers making sure no one did anything out of line, but it was somewhat of a party nonetheless. So he made his way toward the voices, also fallowing the sent of cookies. He wasn't the type that liked desserts very much, especially not chocolate, but he could go for the pleasure of getting on people's nerves and just having a bit of fun.
Entering the room at a normal, human-like speed, the sixteen year-old made his way toward the group of Mutants. His face deprived of any emotion. "Party huh?" he said, snatching a cookie and toying with it a little before putting a piece of it in his mouth. "Don't mind if I get in on the potential fun." he smirked, stuffing the rest of the cookie he'd stolen into his mouth.
Posted by Verdigris on May 31, 2010 5:02:41 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Her cookies were done, wonderfully, perfectly done. Sitting on the cooling rack (and on top of two baking dishes, since there were too many) they were almost glowing with ‘eat-me’ signs. Her fingers didn’t quite touch the cookies, but she could feel the heat of them, when she was interrupted by a voice from the doorway. A very flattering, wheedling voice.
Bubble-boy.
She grinned at the silliness. A party did sound good though.
“Well living is indeed the best way to, well… live. Beautiful and daring I think you tease, but you’ve got me on spontaneous”
The voice suggesting less-than-pure motives for ‘chatting her up’, as it were, was familiar and she smiled at the young man who entered behind Bubbles. After checking his face to make sure he was ok, and not going to pour bleach all over her cookies. A little shaken perhaps, and not enough sleep, but maybe he was just hungry.
“Hello Alchemist, how are you today?”
She wouldn’t mention spontaneous hugs, or the expectation of people who weren’t her, she wouldn’t even ask after the Calley the General was so anxious after, the last time she had seen him. She eyed the slightly bloodshot eyes. Someone wasn’t getting enough sleep.
“I’m making cookies! But, I might have made a few too many…”
She frowned in the general direction of the recipe, silly thing, making a hundred cookies. Her eyes darted up as another member was added to their group, ducking into the fridge for a moment before properly announcing himself. She carefully used a pancake flipper to scoop ten cookies into each of two take-out containers she had set aside for this purpose. Andy and Slate would get to taste her first batch of cookies, no matter how many people ended up sharing the cookies she wasn’t making another batch. She smiled at the scaley boy (boy? He was at least an inch taller than her) and indicated the cookies.
“Oh yes, I think there will be plenty.”
Her eyes darted up to the newest arrival, now this was curious, someone she hadn’t seen before. Not that she prowled the hallways of the mansion very often. He announced himself with no name, invited himself to the party and partook of a cookie without asking, the very same cookie she had been eying off a few moments before. As he shoved the slightly soft goodness into his mouth she almost felt a pout coming on, until she realised how utterly ridiculous that would be. There were far too many cookies anyway, she had been considering leaving them out for the younger mansionites a few minutes ago, so really the cookie was no loss. It was rude though. A little, bitter, part of her hoped that the choc chips that peeked so deliciously from that particular cookie were melted on the inside and burnt the sassy tongue of the newcomer.
Jerk.
The larger, sweeter, part didn’t mind so much, it was only a cookie. And what was a stolen cookie between potential friends.
“I’m Verdy. That was my cookie.”
Tremble? What tremble? There had been no tiny quiver in her words! Lies!
To prove it she used the pancake scooper to shovel the cookies onto a big platter, ready for sharing and looked at the boy.
Juka turned and proceeded to pout at Cafas. "Not that she wouldn't be truly lovely to sleep with if that was her desire, my dear Cafas, but do you doubt my good intentions so?" Besides, for the moment anyway he had his darling purple haired punk and she was quite specific about him needing her approval if he was going to sleep with anyone other than her. Well, that and she wanted the option to share which was quite all right by Juka but he wasn't sure that it would be quite all right by his favourite new cookie maker.
Hey guys, Any chance there are going to be extra? If not I am going to have to run to the ssstore.
Juka ran up to Koga, plainly excited to see his scaly friend who he hadn't seen in weeks probably because his own schedule was almost as busy as the reptile boy's schedule, except for the whole fact that he didn't actually have to sleep. He attempted to wrap his arms around the teen in an exuberant hug. "Koga, you simply must come and visit me more often." A disapproving look ensued followed by a grin. "I still having shown you my Green Mage costume which would go just beautifully beside your ninja costume." Nod nod because of course he would have to agree.
The next person to appear Juka did not recognize and he glared at his cookie thieving hands. "You know its not polite to take things without asking first." Disapproving glare of death. "If you want to join in the party you must be more polite otherwise no more cookies for you." Juka's word, at least in his own mind even if no one else's was to be obeyed without question. How rude of him to simply take that cookie and his cookie making savior was obviously too polite to actually say anything so it was up to him.
"Might I please have a cookie, Verdy?" He was happy to have a name to go by now and decided the best way to encourage politeness was to demonstrate it himself. "Juka, by the way. Pleasure to meet you, my cookie baking goddess." Everyone else knew him except for the rude boy and he wasn't going to properly introduce himself to him until he apologized for stealing the cookie. Because that just wasn't a nice thing to do.
Cafas observed the sudden rush of people into the room. He was amused by the fact that cookies seemed to act as mutant bait. However the group was starting to exceed his comfort zone. Far too many people, all talking, all in the same room. He recognised three of them, and the fourth, well, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know who he was. He stood slightly taller, just to emphasise his height and breadth comparative to the other boy. His boots added that perfect extra inch. Some days, he was glad for his physique. The boy wouldn’t mess with him. He chose to not ignore the horrible manners however. ”You know mate, where I come from, we ask the owner before we take their stuff, or, you get your arm broken. Remember that.”
’Always with the threats.’
Meanwhile Juka was being polite. Cafas turned to and approached the lizard boy, Koga, who had so valiantly fought with him on Christmas. They really needed to do something like that again. ”Hey ninja man, how goes?” C.J. smiled, peered into the refrigerator, if it could be called that, it was pretty much just a van with a cooling system, minus the wheels. He reached past the reptilian and grabbed two bottles of milk, both a gallon in volume. He threw one to the speedster, if he didn’t catch it, it didn’t matter. ”Think fast new guy.” He reached in with his now free hand and grabbed some of the lollies right at the back. The staff were great, always keeping the important things stocked.
’Hey, BACON!’
He resisted the urge to grab that too and walked back to the bench with the others. He put the bottle of milk and the lollies onto the bench. Just to be safe he melted then set the metal bench top ever so slightly, fusing the packets to the bench top until he saw fit for them to move. In other words, until someone he trusted reached for them. The welding work was pretty much imperceptible, even to him, so hopefully no one would notice his distrust of the new guy. Benefit of the doubt rights had been stripped the second he had taken the cookie. Some one walked past the door nursing their arm, he put that down to the new arrival too.
Koga’s eyes were a bit wide as he heard about talk of intimate relations getting tossed around without so much as a bit of embarrassment, but that was ok, he could be embarrassed for them all. As juka walked towards him to hug, he gave Juka a full fledged hug, careful to not let his constriction instincts kick in.
“Man, I need to clear a day ssso I have nothing to do, ssso I can visssit and hang out and what not, you tell me when and maybe we can go hit the ssstreetsss in costume , freak sssome thugsss out as we bussst them?”
“Itsss going good Chemissst. How about you.”
“thanks for the baking Verdy. Really, they look great.”
He looked at the new guy. “ New to the ssschool huh? How do you like it ssso far?”
The lizard went around and eased him self onto the bench hoping he wasn't going to have to moderate. yeah the guy took a cookie, but what else was verdy doing with a bajilolon cookies.
Sawyer could feel eyes on him, something he really couldn't say he hadn't been expecting. Honestly, he knew very well that he was a stranger, and a stranger stealing a cookie that may or may not be for somebody. As he munched on his cookie, listening to what they had to say about his act (From a girl introducing herself as Verdy and claiming he had taken her cookie, to a full on threat.) he couldn't help but smirk a little. These guys were making a big deal out of nothing.
He had no trouble pointing that out. "Aw, come on guys." he said, "It's just a cookie, it seems there are plenty enough to go around." And then, just to please the punk-looking boy with the colorful ensemble - had he introduced himself as Juka? - he added: "Verdy, can I please have another one of your delicious cookies?" Okay, so maybe a few people wouldn't notice the sarcasm, but those who could read people well knew he was just having some fun, fooling with these Mutants.
If they believed taking one cookie from a plate was a crime, then he wasn't mistaken. These were nerdy, strict, stuck-up, snobby losers. Maybe there was an up-side to all of this. Maybe he could get to mess with their heads a little. Maybe it would be fun... for a few weeks. Then he would start getting bored. Hm, he would savor every second of the time he could have his fun, then. Sure, he was probably stalked by the staff, making sure he wasn't running off somewhere... As long as he stayed in the Mansion, his parents had said... He would do his trouble-making in the Mansion if they so pleased.
See? There was always a way to overcome annoying obstacles such as having parents who wanted you in a Boarding School for snobby freaks. It was then that the milk was thrown to him. Naturally, the Speed Man had no trouble catching it, even when it flew about two feet to his left... He could run as fast as anyone in the room, he was certain. "Thinking fast? That's my thing, right there. I'm Sawyer by the way... Local Speedster." There? Now, he wasn't trying to be nice... He could just be nice sometimes... Much to his displeasure. He was still his parents' son after all, and they were always nice.
"Trust is earned, not given out.’ Sawyer smirked as he witnessed the Mutant's little act. "I understand." he chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly trust myself either, sometimes." he added, somewhat meant as a joke. For a few seconds the sixteen year-old simply watched the Mutants interact with one another, not exactly listening to what they were saying. It wasn't until the reptile-Mutant spoke directly to the Speedster that he really paid much attention.
"Unfortunately, yes I am new." he said. "I haven't been here for twelve hours yet, so I can't really tell you much... Let me tell you, Boarding Schools were never really my thing. What kind of fun stuff do you kids do around here?" Experimenting. He needed to know all that he could about this place, about these people. Get a lay of the land, if you must call it such.
~~"Not that she wouldn't be truly lovely to sleep with if that was her desire, my dear Cafas, but do you doubt my good intentions so?"
Verdy felt her ears pinken a little, sweet yes, but a little strange. She watched him run to and cuddle the lizard boy and she put the comment down to the fact that he loved everybody. She felt a little embarrassed as first Bubbles then Cafas (she had forgotten his real name and thought more of him as Alchemist or the General) defended her cookie, Cafas seemed almost to swell with anger, and she felt a little intimidated. Was this what it was like to be a ‘damsel in distress’? If so, she was fairly sure she didn’t like it, it was… peculiar. New guy was right, it was just a cookie.
“It’s ok, its ok, I was just about to eat that cookie before you all got here is all. Everyone is very welcome to some if you’d like, I have far too many.”
On that note she placed ten more cookies in a third takeaway container and marked it with an ‘R’. She still owed a certain bigot a drink or a bus accident. In absence of both cookies would have to do. She smiled at the bubble-boy, Juka, flattering as he was he made her want to laugh and not in the same instance, would he be offended if she chuckled at the way he spoke? Perhaps, probably not, but she decided to avoid it anyway.
Lizard-boy and the Alchemist had the right idea, milk was the perfect thing to go with warm cookies. The colder the milk, the better. She did a quick head-count and retrieved five glasses from the cupboard. She knew Alchemist did something to do with metal, Juka had bubbles and lizard-boy was, well, a lizard. The new guy, though, was a different story.
“No-one has a mutation of split bodies right?”
If so they could get their own cup.
She plucked a cookie from the cooling rack and bit into it. It wasn’t too hot, all sticky and horrible, or too cold and hard, in fact, little bear, it was just right.
“Mmm, they taste pretty good too”
She winked at the lizard. Milk seemed to be just about everywhere, so she reached for the closest, after glancing at Cafas to ensure he wasn’t particularly fond of that milk. It would be terrible to protest something, only to do it yourself straight after, not to mention hypocritical.
“May I?”
Pouring the milk carefully into each glass she set it down on the bench next to the sweets Cafas had found. Speedster hmm. What they did for fun, thinking for a split second she somehow felt like she had something to prove to the newcomer, perhaps it was because he was addressing her (newly twenty thank-you very much) as a ‘kid’. He sounded like the type. She gave a truthful grin.
“Oh this and that, fight giant clay monsters, that sorta thing.”
While not exactly ‘fun’ it was pretty impressive, and each person in the room had been there to back her up if he came back with some smart-alec reply. Besides, they had been on the news, in one of the shots you could even see herself and Andy, if you really squinted and tilted your head funny.
It seemed like Juka wasn't the only one with a desire to protect the cookiefull product of all sorts of hard work. Although he wasn't as much in the habit of threatening people as Cafas seemed to be, partly because no many took the threats of a colourful cross dresser seriously and partly because he just wasn't that mean, he still had to appreciate his attempt. He gave a nod of agreement in the other man's direction. That would show the evil cookie thief for sure.
"Seamstress sounds like an amazing idea," Juka agreed with Koga. "Either that, or if you trust me enough I'm sure I could come up with a costume for you and make it appropriately fabulous." Ninjas, it had to be said, were awesome and reptile ninja boys even more so. There were very people that Juka knew that could capture that awesomeness in the way he was certain he could. Now, all that was left to do was to convince the ninja to let him try his hand at it.
Juka glared at the speedster and his sarcastic echo of his own polite question. But, sarcasm or not, at least the kid was now asking permission to take a cookie which was a definite step up from his previous rude assumption and so Juka would let it go. This time. And only because Verdy didn't seem to mind to much.
Juka accepted his own cookie from Verdy gratefully. "These are delicious," he informed her, taking a bite. "You have a talent, my dear, truly you do." He also accepted the glass of milk which was the perfect compliment to the still warm cookie. "Might I suggest we all move somewhere a little less crowded? The living room perhaps?" The kitchen, alas, was simply not made to hold 5 people all at the same time.
Cafas almost doubled over at Juka's remark. It was truly funny. did he doubt his good intentions? Well, yes. "Juk-o mate, with a spiel like that I'd doubt anyone. Although," He gave the girl a cursory once over, a custom of Australians of course [/b]", I can see what you mean."[/b] Was that bad manners in America? He knew it wasn't in Australia, not given the age group of the significant people around them.
Stop hitting on anything that moves, you're just covering up the pain.
Cafas sighed at the new kid's self proclaimed position in the group. Why oh why did they have to be nice to him? Regardless it might be fun to have someone he didn't feel bad about pranking, not that he felt bad generally, he didn't do it all that much was all. He turned to koga, surprised to hear manners in the room again. "Doing pretty well, got me some new scratches. Got them healed but made the doc leave me some scars, I'm really getting quite a collection going." He smiled and listened to the flow of the questions around him.
So far he hasn't done too much to piss me off I gue... wait what did he just call us?
Verdy's response was quite fitting. That did seem to sum up what they did best. However it didn't seem to be enough. "Yeah, what Verdy said, plus if you go up to the offices, generally you can book some time with a trainer in the, uhhh, what's it called by them? Danger room, that's it. It can pretty much do whatever scenario you want it to." He would ignore being referred to as kids; give it a few seconds, just a few. Then Juka spoke. "Yeah, I think a new room might be good." He nodded to Juka before turning to the speedster, as he had called himself. "How old are you anyway?"
Koga slaps his forehead. I ssswear you two! You gripe at the new guy for not resssisssting a deliciousss cookie, but you Dissscussss Verdy like ssshe isssn't even here, have a bit more ressspect and little bit lesss focal admiration. Yessssh.
He looked to the new guy with a smirk. Golly gee, usss boarding ssschool kids just bake cookies and braid each other'ssss hair. Thisss isssn't your typical boarding ssschool if you haven't noticed, We get away with murder, its co-ed so you aren't facing looking at just dudesss for a sssemessster, we have plenty of sssportsss ssstuff on the groundsss and the city at our fingertipsss. it issss easssier to tell usss what you do for fun and we can tell you where to find it.
Juka, I trust you throughly, if you want to hook me up with sssome sssewing that worksss, or if you feel the urge to redesssign and go crazy, I'm game.
Verdy, the cookies are gloriousss, to the living room!The lizard says picking up his cookie and milk.
Sawyer lurked, watching with an impassive expression, as everyone spoke. For the first time in his life he felt a pang of envy for the friendships these people seemed to have created over their time here at the Mansion. He was supposed to hate it, he did, yet here he was... wishing? This couldn't possibly be right, could it? Indeed it was. Sawyer missed the times where he could be careless and free, have fun and let people inside. Things had changed however and he had changed. Not letting people in was a way for him to stay safe, to keep from getting hurt in the long run. Getting involved in people's business just caused trouble.
The envy was pushed aside. He was doing the right thing. “No-one has a mutation of split bodies right?” Verdy said. This got a hold of Sawyer's attention. He smirked. "Nope, at least not me." he said with a shrug, pouring himself a quick glass of milk. He was a growing teenage boy, one that used up ten times more energy than the average in one day. It was somewhat stupid of him to put off eating so much, the last time having been an hour before arriving here at the Mansion. That had been quite a few hours ago and he'd used his ability quite a lot since then.
Fighting clay monsters huh? Yeah, Gawain had mentioned that one. "The school must have had a hell of a Christmas. My roommate talked about the clay monster too. Quite the fun." he said off-offhandedly, mostly to try and get on at least one person's good side. Sure, he didn't care in the long run, but if he was going to spend the evening with this group of people... Well, he didn't want to be looked at as if he was gum stuck on a shoe. Someone else's gum at that. He also didn't want to be ignored. Sure, he was pretty reserved when it came to talking about himself, but he could still be considered out-going in any other circumstance.
He smirked a little at the lizard-boy, so far he liked the guy. "Yeah, I think anyone would notice this isn't a typical boarding school." he chuckled, "What I like to do? Running, more running, track, basketball... mechanics, reading a bit..." That was going to be the best they'd have at getting inside of him. "I have jerks for parents though. I'm not allowed to go out and tramp the streets like I did in my old city. They think I'm a hazard to myself and the general population of New York City." he sounded bitter. "They're jerks." he repeated.
Another thing that intrigued him was what the purple haired-boy (The one who'd threatened him earlier) was saying. The Danger Room? He could always check it out one of those days. He couldn't leave the Mansion, he could always focus on his fighting skills. He wasn't expecting much out of the Danger Room, but thinking about it longer, he realized he hadn't exactly thought much of this place in general and up until now, to a certain level, had been proven wrong. "Sounds cool, I'll keep that in mind." he said with a shrug.
At the suggestion of going into a new room, Sawyer just shrugged. He didn't care. At the question about his age however, he couldn't help but smirk a little. "Old enough." was all he said. Really? Who gave a damn how old he was. "Here, let me get that." he said and grabbed a plate of cookies. He could be nice and polite when he wanted to. Taking his milk in his other hand, he fallowed Koga out of the Kitchens, expecting that everyone else was fallowing.
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